This is a fictional tale of holiday fun with Cheryl Cole and Kimberley Walsh.
I promise no more parts of this series. This is the 5th and final part.
You can read this part without needed to read the others. If you've read any of the other parts, thank you.
Cheryl Cole & Kimberley Walsh in a threesome (part 5)
My holiday has been awesome to date. But this was all down to the fact that two of my celebrity crushes appeared at our hotel for a quick 2-day mini-break.
I still had a few days holidays left with my wife, but after the sexual desires and fantasies being fulfilled so well over the last 48 hrs with Cheryl & Kimberley, I was sad that the remaining few days of my holiday were going to be a whole lot more peaceful.
Earlier that day it became clear that Kimberley was the one out of the two, for who I had a massive soft spot. Sex with her felt loving, passionate, and out of this world. The sex with Cheryl had gone from evil and strange, to be very satisfying. Having sex with both, sensational!
My mind since leaving them that afternoon, knowing they had an early plane home in the morning had made me smile thinking about what had been going on whilst my wife suffered a holiday illness. But it was also depressing knowing that the volume and intensity of the sex I had were never likely with them again, or ever, ever likely to be as mind-blowing with anyone else in the future. I was frustrated, I was like the cat who got the cream, but not having a clue what to do with myself.
Post afternoon beach sex with the two of them and saying my goodbyes, I had gone back to my room to see my wife, who was still not feeling great. I was doing what I needed to do, to make sure she had what she wanted. This generally meant quiet, which made it easy to be missing for hours.
In going back that afternoon though, something wasn't right. She was feeling ill, but as soon as you walked through the door something was up. The conversation went along the lines of the fact she had been looking for me that afternoon but couldn't find me. The staff had told her they had seen me in the pool earlier that day, but that was it. This was true, but in saying I had gone to the beach, this was true, the wife said who with?
I did not want to tell the truth; I could only see upset if she knew I'd gone there with Kimberley and Cheryl. She wouldn't have expected anything to happen, but it's not the right thing hanging around with 2 sexy women when your wife is ill.
My deception of saying I went on my own wasn't accepted. She had been asking people around the pool who she knew, and they had seen and said who I had gone off with. My cover, if I thought I had some, was blown. I came clean and said it was a nice time and told her they were going home now.
She asked, "Did you have sex?"
You know the answer is no, but she caught me by surprise in asking. My few seconds of pause and the cat that got the cream face was impossible to hide. I don't like lying and I came clean. I came clean in the sense that by saying I had, my wife would understand it was once in a lifetime opportunity. The sex had been multiple times with each of them, but I thought I would avoid the whole truth!
I got the impression her anger and realisation of what I'd done had brewed for the last couple of hours, whilst I was missing. Regardless of what I said, I was on a sinking ship.
The next hour of talking, or maybe more listening from my perspective, it was blatantly clear that you don't get a pass to fuck your dream women list! Shame you don't, but I suppose you only hear about them in the movies.
What becomes apparent from the chat is she wasn't going to stick by me for the next few days of the holiday until we returned and was going to be returning herself on an early flight home. I would assume the same flight as Cheryl & Kimberley, but I didn't worry about the detail, the timing was wrong!
What I knew was I had fucked 2 amazing women in the last 48 hrs, and I had just fucked my marriage up too.
My wife didn't want me in the apartment that night and I needed to go elsewhere. There was no reasoning I need to spend the next few hours of that night somewhere else.
I was sad the marriage was over, she was a great person to be with, but my cock had overtaken my head with what I needed and wanted. I don't think I would change it, therefore, to be out of my ear was the right thing for all parties involved. I grabbed my bag with a few things and walked to reception.
I spoke, "Any spare rooms tonight?"
The answer was zero that night, but their numerous check-outs in the early hours. I knew this is. The language barrier seemed to be lost that I would have my room back in the hours and they started to rattle off the rooms which were available tomorrow. When they got to room 5 though, I got a smirk and a verbal nudge that I know the person in there.
Up to this point, I got a sense the staff were good at keeping what they had seen to themselves. But, on this occasion, I felt they knew. They knew I had been playing away from home. But, at this point, were providing a service to me in suggesting can you not stop with one of your fuck buddies!
How that afternoon had ended I didn't want to ruin it, but can I? Can I at this point just go and see them and see if I can sleep on their sofa or their balcony. I know they were resting, or I thought they were!
I walked to room 5. I assumed this must be Kimberley's room because I'd been to Cheryl's room the other night. I don't remember the number, but I know it wasn't in this part of the hotel.
I don't know why I was worried, as I knocked on the door. I needed to knock twice. Maybe she was asleep or maybe gone out for one last drink.
The door is opened and in front of me is Cheryl Cole once again. She's dressed in a white dressing down and is barefooted. I expected Kimberley, but the last few days had shown me life is full of surprises.
Cheryl asks, "What are you doing here? I thought we had said our goodbyes."
With that, she moved towards me, stood on her tiptoes and kissed my lips. She kissed them firmly and put her arm around me.
Cheryl then said, "We're drunk. Come on in."
Inside the room was Kimberley sat on her sofa, again in a white dressing gown, with a few bottles of spirits and empty cocktail glasses.
Kimberley spoke, "Our stud is back, did you hear us talking about you? It doesn't matter get yourself over here and get drunk with us."
Cheryl had grabbed hold of the vodka bottle and poured 3 shots, one for each of us.
"3-2-1 down it," said Kimberley.
Cheryl & Kimberley were laughing. They had been drinking for a while and happy drunks.
Kimberley spoke, "Come here stud. I want your kisses."
She reached over to me and like Cheryl gave me a firm kiss.
Kimberley spoke, 'Thanks for being unbelievably sexy and showing us both a great time in the last couple of days. We don't want to go back to our boring lives, we just want to get drunk and have you fuck us every day and every night. Agree with Cheryl?
"Bang on right Kimba. At least you have someone in your life, I've got no one," Cheryl replied.
Kimberley replied, "Blah, blah, blah Cheryl. You know you can fuck whoever you want if you weren't so scary to approach."
I could resonate with Kimberley's comment based on my initial experiences with Cheryl. I had learnt her softer side recently. Despite getting to know her, I still thought her face said, don't look at me, just fuck me. But if you don't fuck me, I will fuck you up.
Cheryl spoke, "I'm going to have to keep fucking men when I get the chance. This seems to be my future, no one wants me."
Kimberley spoke, "Oh my god, how much sex have you had with this big boy in the last day. You're hardly a nun."
The conversation had started to get a little deep. It was unexpected based on the last 2 days with them. I'm thinking the alcohol is kicking in, but their talking doesn't take away from the fact that they both look amazing.
Neither of them is dressed up, we are sat around a coffee table, Kimberley was lounging out on the sofa, which I had joined her on, and Cheryl was to the left of me in a chair. Both had their hair up, which I'd only just noticed was a little wet. It was weird, how normal it felt just being there with them. I've been fucking the crap out of both, but mainly Kimberley, and it felt like I was part of their team. I continued to nod and butt into their discussion here and there.
